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FRED  M.  DEWITT 

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e«0   POURTBBNTH    ST. 
>A  KI.ANI),  CAL. 


»••;  V  *:  i    ROSA,  DANIELE wicz. 


ROSE  PETALS 


BY 

ROSA  DANIELEWICZ 


Designed  and  Illustrated  by  the  Author. 


OAKLAND,  CALIFORNIA 
1911 


Copyrighted  by 

ROSA   DANIELEWICZ. 
1911. 


IKE  soft  rose  petals  in  the  sun — 

Their  perfume  wafted  sweet — 
So  let  these  pages,  one  by  one, 

Laid  humbly  at  your  feetj 
(Some  worthiness  you  may  presume, 

Dear  friends,  in  them  to  find) 
Unto  your  heart  waft  sweetest  thought 
And  soothe  your  eager  mind. 


0  MOTHER,  with  thine  eyes  of  blue, 
Thy  voice  so  soft  and  heart  so  true; 
With  mind  so  strong  and  fine  and  bright, 
Thy  guidance  kept  me  in  the  right ; 

When  tempting  paths  oped  wide  to  me 
I  dared  not  forth ;— thy  trust  in  me 
A  sacred  trust  I  held  to  be — 
It  kept  me  from  temptation  free. 

Whene'er  I  wandered,  near  or  far, 
Thy  Spirit  was  my  guiding  star; 
Where'er  my  weary  feet  have  trod 
Thy  heart  has  kept  me  near  to  God. 


MI: 


Y  father,  dost  thou  sometimes  feel 
As  thoughts  of  thee  all  gently  steal 
>;/To  thee  of  my  heart's  loneliness? 
?  O'er  me,  how  much  I  might  confess 

So  simple  was  thy  life, — so  just — 
In  God  above  so  great  thy  trust, 
Thou  knewest,  ah,  so  well,  what  it  meant 
To  struggle  and  to  be  content. 

Ah,  oft  looms  up  before  my  mind 
Thy  gentle  heart  with  feelings  kind; 
And  other  children,  on  thy  knee, 
Oft  felt  thy  sense  of  sympathy. 

Thy  hands  knew  well  what  'twas  to  toil 
And  reap  the  harvest  from  the  soil; 
Thy  heart  knew  also  what  it  meant 
To  lose  it  all  and  be  content. 

0  father,  who  art  gone  before, 
Thy  face  smiles  on  me  as  of  yore, 
As  on  my  head  thy  hand  was  laid 

In  blessing;  would  thou  here  hadst  staid! 

Art  happy  in  thy  home  above? 
Thou  art  if  ihou  canst  feel  my  love; 

1  know  at  last  in  peace  thou  art, 
For  I  can  feel  it  in  my  heart. 


THANKSGIVING. 

0  Lord,  I  thank  thee  for  the  light 

That  placed  this  great  world  in  my  sight; 

1  thank  Thee  for  its  fruit  and  flowers, — 
Its  peaceful  night, — its  sunny  hours; 

For  Truth  that  bids  me  quench  the  tear 
And  frees  my  mind  from  doubt  and  fear; 
I  thank  Thee  for  each  breath  of  air, 
For  all  life's  pleasures  'midst  its  care; 
For  strength  through  struggling  as  I  rove — 
For  Hope  that  lights  my  path  with  Love. 
I  thank  Thee  for  each  friend  sincere 
Who  makes  me  glad  that  I  am  here; 
For  all  the  good  I  hold  and  give, 
Each  day  I  thank  Thee  that  I  live. 

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FAITH. 

Faith,  blind  Faith,  ah,  who  shall  say  'tis  blind? 
Not  any  more  than  other  thoughts  we  leave  behind 
When  rays  of  light  that  once  filled  portals  wide 
Now  with  the  shadows  glimmer  side  by  side. 

Faith,  blind  Faith,  ah,  who  shall  say 
That  Faith  may  bridge  the  chasm  of  to-day? 
More  wondrous  yet — that  chasm  may  not  be 
Where  Faith  dislodges  gloom  and  sets  minds  free. 


IS  LIFE? 
O,  what  is  Life?     Pray  tell  to  me 
Just  what  Life  is,  or  seems  to  thee, 
Or  what  it  was,  or  e'er  will  be. 
Will  it  be  the  same  through  Eternity? 

What  more  in  Life  than  living? 

What  ways  of  pleasure  giving? 
Is  it  in  our  hands,  not  His, 
To  make  Life  what  it  is? 

Why,  then,  does  earthly  pleasure 

Claim  sorrow  in  each  measure? 
Why,  then,  do  they  who  strive 
By  honest  means  to  thrive 
Ne'er  pleasure  near  them  find? 
Is  it  fault  of  humankind? 
If  it  is,  why  can't  we  right  it? 
If  otherwise,  please  cite  it. 

'  'O,  what  is  Life?'     One  happy  day 

Of  sunshine,  birds  and  Rowers, 
Where  Love  and  Beauty  reign  alway — 
Rich-laden  are  the  hours." 

— So  saith  children  in  their  play; 
So  saith  youth  and  maiden  gay. 


"Dost  ask  what's  Life?     A  sunny  day; 

We  sleep  and  eat  and  drink, 
And  banish  every  care  away — 
Of  joy  alone  we  think." 

— So  saith  unambitious  minds — 
So  saith  man  who  fortune  finds. 

'"  What  is  this  Life?'     A  constant  strain 

Of  steady,  ceaseless  strife 
Along  the  rugged,  stormy  main, 
To  guard  'gainst  troubles  rife." 

— So  saith  man  with  aching  brow. 

O  man,  seest  naught  but  "then"  and  "now"? 

"Wouldst  know  what's  Life?     It  is  but  Hope: — 

Kill  Hope  and  Life  is  gone. 
With  every  kind  of  strife  to  cope, 

Hearts  resting  light  and  long 
On  visions  sweet  for  the  to-morrow, 

Is  Life,"  saith  they  in  Life's  first  sorrow. 

"O,  'what  is  Life?'     A  silver  lute — 

A  Harp  of  thousand  strings; 
Each  plays  a  note  the  theme  to  suit, 

And  the  melodies  it  brings 
Harmonious  or  discordant  sound." 

- — This  is  Life  by  the  poet  found. 


"What  is  this  Life  but  soulful  dreams, 

Or  memories,  sad  and  sweet, 
Which  tell  of  noble  work  that  seems 
Laid  at  the  Maker's  feet."- 

— Thus  pleadeth  hearts  of  Charity; 
O,  Life  so  sweet  is  rarity. 

"Of  Life  wouldst  know?     'Tis  well  to  ask. — 

Heed  Duty  to  the  end; 
Do  right,  ask  naught;  live  that  thy  Task 
May  be  thy  life-long  friend." — 

— So  saith  Conscience  day  and  night; 
And  they  live  well  who  heed  this  right. 

"Life  is  unrest, — to  honor  bear, 

To  master  be — not  slave.'* 
"A  wreath  upon  thy  brow  to  wear," 
"A  name — a  soul — to  save." — 

— Thus  Pride,  Ambition,  Love — these  thre< 
In  chorus  sing  what  Life  should  be. 

"Life  is  plain  Truths.     O,  bear  in  mind 

The  secret  of  true  living 
Exists  in  noble  souls,  who  find 

That  Life  is  worth  the  living." — 

— Thus  saith  Philosophers  so  wise 

And  souls  who  'bove  all  low  things  rise. 


Thus  each  finds  answer  in  his  soul; 
Thus  parts  make  up  harmonious  whole; 
And  thus  my  own  soul,  claiming  part 
In  this,  doth  answer  from  my  heart: 
My  spirit  bids  me  look  Above, 
For  Love  is  Life,  and  Life  is  Love; 

Aught  else  availeth  not. 
Our  Life  here  is  a  precious  gift, — 

'Tis  sacred — desecrate  it  not; 

And  wheresoe'er  be  cast  thy  lot, 
Thy  mind  and  soul  uplift. 

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THE  CHARITABLE  MIND. 

"O  wad  some  power  the  gift  tie  gie  us" 
Prove  we're  not  always  as  friends  see  us; 
'T  would  from  many  a  false  doubt  free  us 
And  other  ailings. 

"O  wad  some  power  the  gift  tie  gie  us'* 
From  all  false  doubts  for  e'er  to  free  us ; 
"For  charity  to  e'er  be  wie  us" 
Towards  others'  failings. 

To  always  see  through  beauty's  eye 
With  mind  that  rests  on  levels  high; — 
In  such  an  atmosphere  to  be, 
Though  always  seeing,  yet  not  to  see — 

Could  such  a  power  to  us  be  given, 
The  very  earth  would  seem  a  Heaven, 
And  any  act  by  such  a  friend 
Could  never  once  our  thoughts  offend. 


TIME  TO  TRY. 

There  is  a  time  for  all  things; 

A  time  to  laugh,  to  cry; 
A  time  to  work,  a  time  to  play, 

And  always  time  to  try. 
A  time  to  weave  good  habits — 

And  on  yourself  rely; 
To  make  your  mark  in  life  you'll  find 

'Tis  always  time  to  try. 

There  is  much  time  for  little  things; 

Much  time  to  look  on  High ; 
To  lift  the  mind  from  sordid  ruts 

Now's  the  time  to  try. 
There's  time  to  drive  dull  care  away 

And  bid  good  fairies  hie; 
To  soothe  the  sick  and  sorrowing  soul 

There's  always  time  to  try. 

There's  time  for  deeds  not  yet  begun; 

There's  even  time  to  die; 
There's  time  to  make  the  best  of  life, 

Yes,  always  time  to  try. 
There's  time  to  follow  Duty's  path, 

Don't  wait  till  bye-and-bye; 
To-day's  the  time — now's  the  time — 

'Tis  always  lime  to  try. 


THE  TEST. 

O  man  of  genius,  man  of  gifts, 
To  thee  the  world  doth  bow. 
Thou  toilest  well  and  weavest  crowns 
Of  laurel  for  thy  brow. 

O  man  of  genius — thou  whose  means 

Affords  thy  bread,  at  least, — 

With  fullness  burns  thy  God-given  light, 

For  thou  canst  work  and  feast. 

O  man  of  genius — thou  to  whom 

In  homage  bows  the  world — 

While  no  dark  thought  obscures  thy  light, 

Nor  cares  are  yet  unfurled, 

Thou  hast  a  lesson  yet  to  learn — 
One  test  to  claim  the  crown: 
Go  seek  companionship  with  souls 
Who  to  the  world  bow  down ; 
Go  likewise  suffer  hunger's  pang, 
And  suffer  it  again; 
Then  try  to  use  thy  gifts  within 
When  tear-drops  dim  thy  pen. 


The  flame  that  burns  within  thy  soul 

Oft  true  art  doth  reveal; 

Go  spread  those  beams  to  lighten  care 

And  aching  hearts  to  heal. 

With  mind  and  soul  uplifted  high 

Among  the  worms  go  tread; 

With  toiling  hands  and  aching  heart 

Go  earn  thy  daily  bread. 

If  then  thy  gifts  acknowledged  be — 

If  just  as  bright  thy  flame 

As  when  thou  didst  bask  in  Midas'  beams, 

Then  Genius  is  thy  name. 

If  then  the  world  doth  honor  thee, 

If  thou  canst  do  the  same 

As  when  thy  life  ran  smooth  and  free, — 

Then  truly  thine  the  fame. 


SPRINGTIME. 

The  wintry  sky  has  passed  away, 

Soft  fleecy  clouds  o'er  head; 
A  balmy,  fresh,  sunshiny  day 

In  Winter's  sterner  stead. 
Beneath,  the  velvet  carpets, 

The  soft,  blue  veil  above — 
And  balmy  breezes  all  around 

Now  waft  the  breath  of  Love. 

The  music  of  the  little  birds 

Suggest  Life's  happy  hours; 
And  childhood's  happy  days  return 

In  culling  Spring's  first  flowers; 
The  bud  suggests  the  blossom — 

The  leaf,  the  shady  tree ; 
The  present  shapes  the  future — 

This  leads  to  the  Life  to  be. 

But  Time  will  tread  the  carpet 

And  tears  will  dim  the  veil; 
And  the  voices  of  the  little  birds 

Some  day  perchance  will  fail. 
The  rose  will  lose  its  blushes — 

And  Springtime  fade  away; 
Yet  the  glory  of  these  shall  prevail 

Where  Hope  makes  Spring  alway. 


For  Life  is  Hope  and  Hope  is  Life 

And  Spring  is  Hope  and  Love; 

The  beauties  of  the  earth  remain 

'Neath  the  glory  of  Above. 

Our  minds  must  grasp  the  meaning — 

Our  souls  shall  feel  the  light — 

And  spreading  sunshine  thus  about 

iMake  other  lives  as  bright. 

For  truest  lives  are  those  that  find 

New  beauties  every  day; 

They  bless  the  Giver  of  all  good, 

And  thus  have  Spring  alway. 

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CHARACTER. 
Be  not  cast  down;  the  sun  doth  shine 

For  thee  as  well  as  me; 
The  moon  still  beams;  the  stars  are  thine; 

Thy  ship  waits  on  the  sea. 

Be  not  bowed  down;  thy  trials  bear, 
For  they  were  meant  for  thee; 

'Tis  suffering  forms  the  character 
And  moulds  man's  destiny. 

Into  thy  life  learn  how  to  weave 
With  thy  heart's  threads  of  gold 

All  woof  that  rises  in  thy  path; 

Thus  mayst  thou  enshrine  thy  soul. 


HARMONY. 
There  is  a  power  to  every  one  here  given 

To  make  or  mar  our  lives.     Do  what  we  will, 
Sweet  suasion  rules, — not  force;  souls  can't  be  driven, 

Nor  smiles  coerced,  nor  water  run  up  hill. 

'Tis  Love  alone  that  rules  this  mighty  earth; 

The  harmony  of  sun  and  moon  and  stars 
Reveals  I  his  Truth — could  we  but  know  its  worth — 

True  Life  is  Harmony  and  all  else  mars. 

Hearts  driven  to  work  will  wear  out  in  their  gloom; 

The  mind  coerced  gleams  through  a  mist  of  tears; 
(Like  forced  buds  unyielding  is  the  bloom)  ; 

One  ray  of  Truth  dispels  all  doubts  and  fears. 

The  "harmonic  divine" — 'tis  artist's  soul, 

'Tis  poet's  theme,  'tis  all  that  makes  life  great; 

'Tis  sung  afar  and  near  from  pole  to  pole, 

And  yet  found  wanting  oft  in  home  and  state. 

Let  fall  the  mask  of  base  hypocrisy; 

False  pride,  cold  greed  and  jealous  thoughts  destroy 
And  countenance  of  Love  will  shine  on  thee — 

Life  be  enriched — as  "brothers"  all  enjoy. 


PRAYER. 

Just  for  strength,  dear  Lord,  I  pray; 
Strength  for  just  another  day; 
Strength  to  keep  my  heart  in  place 
Arid  the  smile  upon  my  face; 
Strength  rny  daily  bread  to  earn, 
And  Life's  lesson  yet  to  learn. 
Only  give  me  strength,  O  Lord, 
The  rushing  billows  of  Time  to  ford ; 
To  do  my  duty — my  daily  task — 
Grant  me  this;  'tis  all  I  ask. 


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"ONLY    THE    SPIRIT    AVAILETH. 
'Tis  Spirit  guides  the  world  along — 
It  lives  in  Truth,  it  soars  in  Song; 
And  word  or  thought,  howe'er  expressed, 
Or  action,  rough  or  gently  dressed, 
Sufficeth  not;  but  is  impressed 
By  strength  of  Spirit. 

Oft  times  a  word  unsent,  unbidden, 
Betrays  a  deeper  thought  still  hidden; 
The  Spirit  though,  of  thought  or  word 
Preceded  both  e'er  either  stirred. 

Say  what  we  will,  do  what  we  may, 
The  Spirit  grows  from  day  to  day; 
And  like  the  essence  of  the  rose, 
When  heart  is  crushed  the  Spirit  grows. 

What  though  the  storms  beat  o'er  and  o'er, 
What  though  the  heart  bends  sad  and  sore ; 
With  Spirit  guiding  in  the  right 
We  need  not  waver,  need  not  fight; 
But  working  hard,  serene,  secure 
In  Spirit,  we  may  much  endure. 


THE  MIGHT  OF  LITTLE  THINGS. 
It  is  the  little  things  that  tell, 

The  petty  acts  that  make  the  whole. 
It  is  the  little  things  that  tell 

The  worth  and  substance  of  the  soul. 

1  he  grains  of  sand  upon  the  land, 

The  water  drops  that  make  the  sea, — 
The  cheery  smile,  the  helping  hand — 
All  these  mean  much  to  you  and  me. 

To  you  and  me  whose  pulses  beat 
A  rhythm  with  the  thought  of  things, 

Whose  every  breath  fans  into  flame 

A  voice  that  God's  great  blessing  sings — 

To  you  and  me  the  little  things — 
The  cheery  smile,  the  gentle  hand, 

The  sympathy  that  stirs  the  soul 

And  lifts  us  up  to  heights  more  grand — 

These  little  things  a  bulwark  are, — 
The  whole  wide  universe  they  sway; 

And  monarch,  peasant,  strong  and  weak, 
Must  to  these  little  things  give  way. 


HIS  THOUGHTS  CF  HER. 
'O  maid  of  my  heart!    To  thee  art  given 
The  blessed  gifts  that  spring  from  Heaven; 
And  Heaven  is  in  the  heart  of  thine — 
O  maid  of  Love!    Sweet  maid  of  mine! 


0  maid  of  my  heart!     O  maid  from  Above! 
Of  the  simple  faith  and  the  simple  love; 

So  simply  sweet,  so  simply  true. 
So  simply  grand  in  all  you  do, — 
So  simply  sweet  you  do  not  know 

1  he  simple  truth:  I  love  you  so. 

/* 

THOUGHTS    OF    HIM. 
Is  he  good,  is  he  true, 

Are  his  thoughts  and  each  act 
A  solid,  compact 
Chord  of  vibrations  for  you? 

Is  he  brave,  is  he  bold? 

Does  he  do,  does  he  dare 

Work  with  such  care 
For  you,  or  for  sordid  gold? 

Is  he  wise,  is  he  queer? 

Are  his  sympathies  strong? 

A  vibrating  song 
Full  of  life's  love  for  you,  dear? 


ATTUNED. 

She  brought  you  with  angelic  grace, 
Her  moods  so  sweet,  her  sunny  face; 
To  you  she  brought  such  honeyed  bliss, 
You  sipped  it  in  each  ardent  kiss. 

All  that  was  loveliest,  sweetest,  best, 
She  gave  to  you  and  kept  the  rest; 
She  kept  the  rest — a  desert  vast — 
With  oases  of  memories  past. 

Within  these  oases  there  grew 

A  feeling  strong,  with  senses  new; 

Like  tendrils  reaching  out  to  find 

Support,  her  thoughts  round  yours  entwined. 

Your  heart  encompassed  her  about, 
Your  strength  of  mind  freed  her  from  doubt; 
And  soon  again  the  desert  bloomed — 
Her  heart  to  yours  was  new  attuned. 


ALL  THINGS  COME  TO  THEM  THAT  WAIT. 
All  things  come  to  them  that  wait; 
Crooked  paths  will  then  be  straight; 
Things  are  as  they  ought  to  be 
When  the  heart  waits  patiently. 
Without  patience  none  can  do,' 
This  it  is  draws  sunshine  to 
Souls,  and  leaves  contentment  there; 
"Strength  to  wait",  should  be  our  prayer. 

All  things  come  to  them  that  wait; 
Work,  and  do  not  contemplate 
On  the  time  that's  passing  by, 
But  to  do  good  always  try. 
God  gives  all  some  work  to  do — 
Patience  leads  us  smoothest  through; 
Working  keeps  us  free  from  harm; 
Waiting  gives  to  Hope  a  charm. 

All  things  come  to  them  that  wait; 
Saddest  trials  will  compensate 
If  we  work  but  patiently 
'Mong  the  thorns  that  have  to  be; — 
If  we  walk  but  steadily 
In  the  path  that  is  to  be, 
There  a  garden  we  shall  find 
Pleasing  heart  and  easing  mind. 


All  things  come  to  them  that  wait; 
Love  will  even  conquer  Hate; 
Friends  who  parted  once,  estranged, 
By  Time's  balsam  will  be  changed. 
The  suffering  heart,  the  pangs  we  feel — 
All  disappointments — Time  will  heal. 
Blessed  they  who  work  and  wait, — 
Patience  opes  the  Heavenly  Gate. 

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TRUTH. 
It  breathes  on  mountain  top  and  dale, 

It  moves  on  sea  and  shore; 
For  mighty  'tis  and  will  prevail 

When  man  shall  be  no  more. 

In  deepest  caverns  Truth  is  wrought; 

It  floats  upon  the  wind ; 
There  is  no  spot  where  it  is  not — 

It  moveth  all  mankind. 

'Tis  felt  in  laughter's  joyousness; 

'Tis  found  in  trouble's  sting; 
It  is  the  weight  of  worthiness ; 

The  strength  of  everything. 

It  is  man's  armor,  holy  wrought 

For  wrongs  that  need  redress. 
Hail,  Torch  of  Truth!     Effulgent  Thought! 

The  emblem  of  PROGRESS. 


INTROSPECTION. 

Another  night  draws  near,  proud  soul, 

What  hast  thou  done? 
Look  back  into  the  day's  long  hours — 

Inspect  each  one; 
Consider  well  each  passing  minute 
And  tell  what  good  thou  hast  done  it. 

Another  night!    O,  list,  strong  mind: 

Bright  lights  above 
Reflect  the  golden  fringe  of  day 

With  beams  of  love. 

Another  night!    What  ray  of  thine,  O  mind, 
Hast  thou  in  love  bestowed  on  humankind? 

The  night  doth  catechise,  proud  heart, 

Why  beat  so  slow? 
Another  morn  the  night  doth  follow 

Again- — e'en  so. 

The  silvery  stars  to  Aurora  blink  "adieu"; 
The  mind  in  quiet  pulse  breathes  hope  anew. 

The  night  still  follows  morn,  and  mom,  the  night; 
Each  leads,  yet  follows — both  are  in  the  right; 
And  mind  must  guide  the  heart  which  props  the  mind- 
Each  one  a  power  in  harmony  combined. 


As  day  and  night  make  up  the  whole 

Of  Earth's  great  plan, 
So  heart  and  mind  unite  in  soul 

And  guideth  man. 

Another  night!    Give  thought,  O  man! 

Done  is  the  day 
Through  which  you  strove  in  God's  great  plan. 

Now  pray! 

Pray  for  the  day's  long  brightness; 
Ask  for  thy  own  heart's  lightness; 

For  thy  soul,  pray. 
Pray  for  a  mind  made  strong, 
Pray  for  a  heart  of  song; 
For  a  great  and  noble  soul, — 

O,  pray. 


THE   TIRED   HEART. 
If  yet  some  moments  we  coulcl  dwell 

On  aught  that  makes  life  sweet; 
If  drudging  could  soul-hunger  quell — 

If  mind  could  rise  'bove  feet;— 
If  thus  in  Fancy  we  could  rove 

For  one  brief  moment,  even, 
The  mind  illumined  by  such  Love 

Might  lead  our  souls  to  Heaven. 


THE   FAREWELL. 
Scene  I. 

We  walk  together  on  the  quay — 

The  moon  shines  forth  from  azure  skies; 
A  white  boat  glides  and  the  stars  arise 

O'er  the  shimmering  sheen  of  the  silvery  sea. 

Scene  II. 

I  stand  and  muse  upon  the  quay — 
My  soul  soars  upward  to  the  skies; 
1  noughts  deep  and  solemn  now  arise 
And  search  the  sad  and  silent  sea. 

Scene  III. 

I  stand  alone  upon  the  quay; 

All  clouded  are  the  azure  skies; 
The  sails  are  sped  and  the  waves  arise 
O'er  the  glimmering  gleam  of  the  starless  sea. 

Scene  IV. 

I  wander  back  along  the  quay — 
I  turn  my  gaze  from  azure  skies; 
Deep  thoughts  within  me  do  not  rise — 
My  lone  heart  sighs  with  the  surging  sea. 


FOREVER  AND   FOREVER. 
Forever  and  forever 

The  seasons  come  and  go; 
Rich  autumn  follows  summer's  heat, 

And  springtime,  winter's  snow. 
Forever  and  forever 

Our  life  thoughts  come  and  go; 
The  mind  works  on  in  favored  paths 

And  keeps  our  hearts  aglow. 
Forever  and  forever 

The  tide  will  ebb  and  flow; 
The  sun  will  shine  and  raindrops  fall, 

And  frost  will  vie  with  snow. 
Forever  and  forever 

Dame  Fortune's  wheel  will  turn; 
And  some  must  lose  while  others  win; 

And  all  have  time  to  learn. 
Forever  and  forever 

The  brown  and  green  and  gold, 
Like  fleeting  thoughts,  like  night  and  morn, 

Still  move  on  as  of  old. 
Forever  and  forever 

The  right  shall  follow  wrong; 
Just  as  sunlight  crosses  shade, 

Or  sighs  are  lost  in  song. 
Forever  and  forever 

As  Life  its  leaves  unfold — 
Forever  and  forever  thus — 

The  New  is  but  the  Old. 


ASPIRATIONS. 

The  little  child  laughs  in  its  joyous  play 
As  he  bounds  along  on  a  summer's  day; 
Like  the  rippling  brook,  or  bird  on  the  wing, 
He  has  little  to  do  but  to  laugh  and  sing. 

'Tis  little  he  knows  of  another's  pain, 
Whether  he'll  lose  or  others  gain, 
Or  what  vicissitudes  time  may  bring, — 
Of  the  present  day  he  has  but  to  sing. 

To  laugh  and  sing, — to  be  light  and  gay, 
But  as  time  rolls  on  to  another  day 
We  find  the  child  at  his  school-day  tasks ; 
Ah!  the  end  of  these  is  all  he  asks. 

How  hard  he  studies!  and  how  he  strives 
For  the  happy  end — the  well-earned  prize! 
He  rises  and  falls  a  hundred  times, 
The  upward  path  to  higher  climes. 

At  last  this  youth,  from  school  set  free, 

In  another  clime  again  we  see, 

As  he  mingles  and  gropes  with  the  busy  world, 

A  thousand  cares  upon  him  hurled. 


Hope  mingles  with  fear  and  sorrow  with  joy, 
And  he  thinks  of  the  past  when  he  was  a  boy; 
Reflections  soon  cease — he  works  on  with  care; 
He'll  work  to  the  end,  to  be  happy  there. 

He's  striving  onward  to  win  a  name; 
He's  struggling  up  the  ladder  of  fame; 
With  so  many  trials  'tis  hard  to  contend, 
But  he'll  stay  them  not  for  a  happy  end. 

No  more  he  thinks  of  the  present  day, — 
Of  the  flowers  that  ope  their  buds  in  May — 
To  a  wintry  day  his  thoughts  now  tend, 
And  he  hopes  it  will  be  a  happy  end. 

Through  the  battle  of  life  he  steadfastly  goes; 
How  he  must  suffer,  ah,  nobody  knows; 
With  many  to  cross  him  and  few  to  befriend, 
He  knows  'twill  be  well  if  he  reach  the  end. 

He  stands  now  alone  on  the  ladder's  last  round; 
The  long-sought  for  name  at  last  he  has  found; 
'Tis  sounded  aloud,  close-by  and  afar, 
As  still  shines  before  him  that  one  guiding  star. 

Thus  honored  by  all  on  the  glad  heights  of  Fame 
'Bove  trials  and  triumphs,  'bove  his  work  and  his  name, 
He  fervently  prays  that  the  good  God  tend 
And  keep  his  soul,  to  the  happy  end. 


Ah,  how  oft  in  the  days  and  years  gone  by 
We  have  given  up  all  with  a  heavy  sigh; 
And  grieved  o'er  things  as  they  had  to  be, 
Not  knowing  how  "sweet  is  adversity". 

Not  knowing  that  care  and  the  toil  of  years 
Would  bring  something  more  than  effusion  of  tears; 
Not  knowing  that  labor  is  light  to  the  soul, — 
That  Faith  leads  on  to  the  happy  goal! 

As  the  beacon-light  guides  o'er  the  tempest  tossed  deep, 
So  does  the  light  of  man's  Faith  ever  keep 
His  struggles  beneath  him;  and  thus  he  glides  o'er 
The  tempest  of  Life  to  God's  golden  shore. 

Work  on,  then,  faint  heart,  for  the  good  and  the  true, 
For  the  young  and  the  aged,  the  old  and  the  new; 
Fear  nothing — have  Faith — and  the  good  God  will  send 
To  thee  and  thy  work  a  most  happy  end. 


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